I write, but I’m not yet a writer because I can’t find my written voice.
These are some examples of my writings Deen’s Writing Blog.
I want to become a better writer this year, bare with me through this process.
Memories of Purple
The distinct timbre of purple that the eye can only see when someone is in love, is the purple that we all long for. Winter has come and gone without catching a glimpse of the purple that the heart longs for. How can one fill the void of missing the one they love, reds, blues and yellows are no match for the one you loves purple aura?
Emptiness becomes acceptable because the void can’t be filled, but life moves on and you begin another season looking for the color you can’t see. There is a dullness of all your senses, no longer heighten by the presence of your love, so your body and mind are in a state of dormancy waiting for their return. Your body forgets the meaning of warmth and you find yourself surrounded by a trench of memories that you cling to in order to sustain an existence.
Spring arrives and you begin to notice soft violets growing around the city. The pretty flowers in the park are blooming and you remember what’s coming. With the return of spring, you begin to radiate in the anticipation, because your love is coming. With his arrival before your eyes you begin to see the beauty of the purple that engulfs him, and you remember that he’s the only person who can create such a color.
